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Running Water - Yes, I move, I live, I wander astray—

#be like water #water #wander #all who wander are not lost #namaste🙏🏼#poetry #arapo #stone #now are the rough things smooth

Emily Dickinson

#aracay #arapo #poetry #emily dickinson

Poppies

Mary Oliver

The poppies send up their orange flares; swaying in the wind, their congregations are a levitation

of bright dust, of thin and lacy leaves. There isn’t a place in this world that doesn’t

sooner or later drown in the indigos of darkness, but now, for a while, the roughage

shines like a miracle as it floats above everything with its yellow hair. Of course nothing stops the cold,

black, curved blade from hooking forward— of course loss is the great lesson.

But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness,

when it’s done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive. Inside the bright fields,

touched by their rough and spongy gold, I am washed and washed in the river of earthly delight—

and what are you going to do— what can you do about it— deep, blue night?

Mary Oliver p39, New and Selected Poems

#aracay #arapo #poetry #mary oliver #poppies #poppy #night vs light #namaste

words and photo by Aura Glaser

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moment of beauty — Aura Glaser

Like the great Tibetan saint Milarepa, we can learn to face our fears with clarity and kindness.

#the way things are #poetry #arapo #be like water #now are the rough things smooth #namaste🙏🏼

Breaking [News] - I’m not a poet anymore— / I’ve interviewed too many politicians.

#poetry #arapo #a press(ing) problem #jan 6

"this theater of good things turning into something else."

#this theater of good things turning into something else.#poetry #arapo #walk.#namaste🙏🏼

My Shadow - I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me

“But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.”

Robert Louis Stevenson

#shadow #let em sleep late #arapo #aracay #robert louis stevenson #nostalgia

Traces

Traces by Matthew Shenoda

In the hard shadow of the moon when the recesses of light have gone and the faint red of the hawk’s shoulder has disappeared from the sky in the growing pulse of the praying mantis when the city has come into its own new light it is here where I often remember:

the weaving of ocean vines the trails of history, cemented by touch the small ridged blossom of the cowry shell the indigo dye made radiant by the seller’s basket.

The way the long grass emerges at the shore. Something of that meeting.

These are memories both distant and near traces of them lived and felt laughing in the company of the ones who came holding the silence of the moment, as we stare with wonder, at the bubbling ruptures of a painter’s canvas, pull, with care, the clinging skin of a stubborn fruit.

I recall these moments not from the grand gesture of a thing once known, but from a small place the place where my child’s hand is hidden warmly inside my own.

https://soundcloud.com/poets-org/matthew-shenoda-traces

another by Matthew Shenoda to go read: Somewhere Else

Carve a place for dignity plant a seed and pray for rain for sun for understanding outside your self.

#traces #matthew Shenoda #arapo #poetrry #light #the place where my child's hand is hidden warmly in my own